The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace